author’s note: why does no one write for him, i need requests!!!
You never imagined that being Jack's girlfriend would come with so many... quirks. But then again, Jack was far from ordinary, and you loved him for it. Every day with him felt like an adventure, filled with laughter, surprises, and, yes, his endless list of unique traditions. But there was one that stood out above all—the one you had learned to accept (and secretly enjoy) over time.
Jack was a natural athlete—fearless, fast, and always ready to take on any challenge. Whether it was sparring at the dojo or competing in town events, he was always at the center of the action. But there was one thing that no one knew about Jack, not even his closest friends—he wouldn't compete without your good luck kiss. And it wasn't just something he did once. No, it had become an essential part of his routine, something that made him feel complete before stepping into any competition. No kiss, no match.
At first, you thought he was joking. After all, who would need a kiss to feel confident enough to compete? But Jack wasn't kidding. He was dead serious.
It all started a few months into your relationship. It was a weekend tournament at the dojo, and Jack was gearing up for his biggest fight yet. You were there, cheering him on as always, but there was one problem: Jack refused to step onto the mat without you giving him a good luck kiss first.
The atmosphere was electric, everyone buzzing with excitement, but Jack was oddly distracted, pacing back and forth, looking at his phone, tapping his foot. You were seated in the front row, watching as he checked the clock every few seconds. He was getting antsy.
"Jack," you called, your voice cutting through his nervous energy. "Are you okay? You're acting weird."
He turned to you, his face serious. "I need it," he said, crossing his arms. "I can't start without it."
You frowned, not understanding at first. "Start what?"
"My match!" he replied, his voice almost frantic. "I can't compete without my good luck kiss. It's the rule, remember?"
You blinked. "Wait, you're serious?"
"Dead serious," Jack said, his eyes locking onto yours. "It's the only way I can do my best. You know the rules."
You looked around at the crowd, who had clearly heard your exchange. Some of them were chuckling, others clearly confused, but Jack wasn't going to budge. His gaze never wavered from you, waiting for your response.
You let out a soft laugh, partly in disbelief and partly in fondness for him. "I can't believe you're making me do this in front of everyone," you said with a smile.
Jack grinned, a little sheepishly but still confident. "Hey, if it means I win, it's worth it. Come on, just a quick kiss, and I'll be good to go. Promise."
You shook your head, knowing there was no convincing him otherwise. The more you fought it, the longer he would delay starting, and that wasn't something you were about to let happen—not when you knew how much this meant to him. With a sigh, you stood up, walked over to him, and planted a kiss on his lips, not too long but just enough to show you were in this with him.
Jack's face lit up immediately, the nervous energy that had been clouding his expression instantly replaced by a confident smile. "Thanks, love," he said, his tone now light and full of excitement. "Now I'm ready to crush it."
He gave you a thumbs-up before running off to take his place on the mat, the crowd giving him a round of applause. You watched him, shaking your head with a smile. It was crazy, but that little kiss seemed to work every time. He was unstoppable after it.
Jack breezed through his match, dominating his opponent with his usual skill and ease. He was fast, precise, and absolutely in his element, his focus unshakable now that he had what he needed. You cheered him on, watching with pride as he claimed yet another victory.
A few weeks later, another tournament was coming up, and Jack was gearing up for yet another showdown. This time, he was competing for a chance to be named the dojo champion, and everyone knew he was more than capable of winning it. But as usual, the night before the competition, Jack was restless.
You were both sitting together in the dojo's lounge area, talking about the next day's event when Jack suddenly turned to you, his face serious.
"I can't do it tomorrow without you," he said, his eyes earnest.
You blinked, unsure where this conversation was headed. "Do what?"
"Compete. I can't fight if I don't get my good luck kiss first. It's like... my ritual. You know this by now." Jack gave you a teasing smile, but you could see the sincerity behind it.
You felt your heart warm at the thought, but also, a little part of you couldn't help but laugh. "I've kissed you before every match, Jack. It's not like this is new."
"I know," he said, leaning in closer, his voice lowering. "But it's important. Really important. You've got to understand—it's more than just a kiss. It's like... you're my good luck charm. I need you to believe in me, and when you give me that kiss, I feel invincible. I can't explain it, but it works every time."
You paused, looking into his eyes. His words were more heartfelt than you expected, and you realized just how much this little tradition meant to him. It wasn't just about superstition; it was about your support, your belief in him.
"I believe in you, Jack," you said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "And I'll give you a kiss whenever you need it, okay?”
Jack's eyes sparkled, and his grin widened. "Deal," he said, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. "Now I'm ready. Tomorrow's mine."
The next day, Jack entered the dojo with the same confident energy he always had. But as soon as he saw you, his expression shifted. His nerves returned, but they weren't the same kind of nerves—more like excited anticipation.
"Okay, here we go," Jack said, taking a deep breath. He looked at you, his eyes filled with a little bit of playfulness, but you could see the seriousness behind them. "Don't forget the kiss, okay?"
You smiled and walked over to him, your heart swelling with affection for the goofy, passionate guy you loved. "I haven't forgotten. Don't worry."
You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, a soft, reassuring gesture. His eyes closed for a second, and when he opened them again, they were filled with an unwavering confidence. "Thanks."
"Now beat him" you said gripping his gi. "Yes ma'am." True to his word, Jack went on to dominate the competition, making every move with precision, his focus sharper than ever. You cheered him on, watching with admiration as he took home the trophy.
Afterward, as he held the title in his hands, Jack turned to you with that mischievous grin of his. "See? I told you it works.
You laughed, rolling your eyes. "You and your traditions. altough I have to admit, it seems to be working for you."
"Can't win without it," Jack said with a wink. He reached for your hand, giving it a squeeze. "Thanks for being my lucky charm. I'm gonna need that kiss next week, though."
You smiled, shaking your head fondly. "Anything for you, karate boy."
